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catsafarithewriter · 1 year

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o’er-fraught heart

A/N: Okay, so confession time: I’ve never read any hanahaki fics (just not my type of thing for reasons) but @tcrmommabear threw an idea at me, and I couldn’t resist running with it. I’m taking this in a sideways direction, so the flowers bloom with any suppressed emotion, not just unconfessed love.

(Also this hit 3k words?? heads up in advance, I guess. Also: don’t worry, this has a happy ending!)

Baron can’t remember the last time his lungs weren’t wood.

It doesn’t really matter, not really; after all wood is what he was originally carved from, and it is better that the flowers should bloom within a lifeless chest, than one made lifeless by their blossoming. The flowers will not kill him, and so they have almost become like old friends; a constant through the years, even as everything else changes.

The first petals to drop from his lips were white; tiny pale buds native to oak that caught on his tongue while he searched for his missing soulmate. The last time he’d seen blooms like that, they’d been carved into the brim of Louise’s hat, a tidy nod to the tree she’d originally been created from. They are laced with unspoken sorrow, salty with unshed tears.

He lets them drop and shifts his chest to wood.

Dwelling on such things will change nothing.

The sorrow subsides in time. The flowers still grow, but softer, slower. He learns to compensate for his perpetually lifeless lungs, pacing the drain of magic until he can function without tempting the worried glances of his companions. Then a day goes by without a petal passing his lips. A week.

A month.

He should be relieved. Instead, the guilt gathers in redundant lungs at the realisation that he is forgetting her – no, more than that, he is moving on from her. His mind has become preoccupied by new challenges: by the Sanctuary world he has discovered, by the Cat Bureau he has established, by the managing of his two companions - a crow Creation and a cat, forever bickering - and that somewhere amongst the mundane he has become comfortable in this Louise-less life.

The flowers that blossom from his guilt are black rose petals. His lifeless lungs do not feel their thorns, but in his dreams he does.

“You can always talk, you know,” the crow Creation offers one evening, once a case has been solved and the day is done. Toto shuffles along the inner balcony, his feathers as inky black as the petals Baron strives to hide. “If you need to.”

Baron continues to tidy up his desk. He sweeps away a tiny white petal caught beneath a file. If he speaks of his grief, the flowers will disappear entirely, and he will lose the last connection he has to his lost soulmate. “Thank you, Toto. But I’m fine.”

His friend watches him for a long moment.

He does not ask again.

In time, even the rose petals falter, but their roots remain woven through him. He sometimes wonders how far they will spread; if he will one day find roots in place of veins along his arms, if there will come a day he is more grieving, guilty blossoms than Creation.

Life continues.

A schoolgirl turns up on the Sanctuary doorstep with a Cat Kingdom on her heels and lilac petals on her lips. The Bureau helps - how could they not? - and when the time comes for them to go their separate ways, both dilemmas are dealt with. The girl stands atop her school roof and finds the courage to confess a burgeoning crush that sweeps the flowers free.

Life continues.

He tucks the fallen oak blossoms between the pages of favourite books, but favourite books change over time and he encounters fewer and fewer surprise petals as the years pass. The black rose blossoms find their fate swept into hidden corners, where neither Baron has to consider them, nor his friends fret over.

And then the schoolgirl returns.

Years have passed, for she stands taller now - both literally and figuratively - and when she smiles it is difficult to imagine that blossoms ever spilled from her mouth. She comes to them with a problem she hopes the Bureau can fix. “If you meant what you said before,” she adds, “that your doors would be open, be it day or night.”

“I never say anything I do not mean,” Baron assures, and it is true; he simply does not say everything he means, and therein lies a world of petal-speckled difference. They solve her dilemma - a haunting in a museum - and when it comes for her to walk away again, she lingers.

“It’s all been rather exciting,” she confesses, “and I must admit I wouldn’t mind helping with any other cases you need a human around for. It’s proven to be kinda difficult to unsee all the magic, once you’ve set foot in it the once.”

There’s never been a human in the Cat Bureau, but the case had been all the easier for having one accompany them. And Haru has seen most of what their adventures have to offer - the planning, the running, the hasty re-planning after the first one have gone astray - and she’s still interested, so he really can’t claim she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. He promises they will call on her, should they need human aid.

The Sanctuary seems happy with the human’s addition; the next time Haru enters the little Creation world, she shrinks down to a more convenient height and is able to make herself at home on the sofa, instead of perched on the chest. She comes and goes, tentatively at first, but then more frequently as she finds her place among the Bureau and its inhabitants. She cooks with Muta, plays chess (and loses) with Toto, borrows books from Baron and discusses her thoughts over cups of tea.

A petal - dead and dried - is settled gently on his desk. He looks up from the violin he is tuning.

“I found this in the book you lent me,” she says by way of explanation. She stands awkwardly across the desk from him, but there is a stubborn twist on her lips he has come to heed. “Baron, are you... Are you okay?”

He smiles - because what else can he do? - and gathers up the pressed oak blossom. It is smaller than he remembers, shrunk from its time between pages, It seems almost impossibly delicate. “Of course I am, Haru. What would make you ask otherwise?”

Her lips twist further. She has no way to be sure it is a hanahaki flower, and not just a regular blossom pressed for his own uses, but he can see in her eyes she will be watching from now on. She leans against the desk. “Just... tell me if that changes, okay? If you need someone to talk to, I... Just remember you’re not alone, alright?” Her hand curls around his, an intimacy only previously shared in the heat of adventure, in catching of hands to drag out of danger or steady. “You have friends.”

Having a human in the Bureau is easier, until it isn’t.

He spits out a petal the following day. It’s pink.

A cherry blossom.

A fluke. A mistake. Spring is heavy in the air; he’d probably half-swallowed it and was only now coughing it back up. Improbable, but more comfortable to believe than the alternative - until a second petal catches on his teeth, the same pastel-pink as before.

The new blossoms are sporadic at first; coughed up at sudden, seemingly unpredictable moments. Listening to Haru singing nonsense lyrics to classical music while baking with Muta. Watching her laugh, with head thrown back. Readying himself to catch her as another case goes horrendously south, and her trusting him every single time.

Haru. Haru. Haru.

She sits curled up beside him on the sofa, book in hand and head leant against his shoulder. The casual intimacy is reassuring and intoxicating all at once, a dizzying mix that leaves his brain gently fizzling and his eyes re-reading the same paragraph for the sixth time in a row. He is sure he feels another cherry blossom bloom in his lifeless chest.

He is so intent on hiding his inattention, he has no idea Haru hasn’t turned a page of her own book until she lowers it. She doesn’t twist to meet his gaze, but he feels her breath shift. He wants to bottle up this moment, before it can be lost to the pain of reality.

“Did you know I used to suffer from hanahaki a lot when I was younger?”

He shifts his gaze to try and catch hers, but she is stubbornly looking away. “It’s not uncommon in teenagers,” he says, recalling the state she had first come to them in. “It’s a turbulent time, so I understand.”

Haru laughs, short and sharp. “I had it bad, even for a teenager. I hid it so my mother wouldn’t worry, but my best friend found the petals and went ballistic. She tried to convince me to admit my feelings - it didn’t even have to be to the guy I liked, it could be anyone, just so long as I actually said the words - but I never did.”

His breath hitches, even in absence of working lungs. To the likes of him, the blossoms are a nuisance, something inconvenience but worked-around, but to humans the flowers will take root in veins and arteries, weaving their way through the body until their carrier collapsed. “What happened?”

She meets his gaze now. Her cheeks redden. “You did.” She looks away, but the blush only slightly lessens. “Sure, it was partly because you raised the bar and I lost interest in a guy who barely knew I existed, but it was mostly because I found the courage to speak up for myself. You did that. You and the Bureau.”

“I think you were a big component in finding that courage yourself,” Baron reminds her.

She laughs, gentler this time. “I suppose I was. But - more to the point - I know what it’s like. I know the... strange comfort that comes from the flowers.”

“I don’t follow.”

She doesn’t look like she believes it. “If I never confessed my feelings for the guy, if I held all my emotions in, then I could never be rejected. I would always hold the potential of our relationship in the blossoms instead. It was... safe, in its own way. Except for the whole... flowers growing inside me bit. That was less safe.”

“Creations don’t suffer from that malady,” Baron says, before he can stop himself. “We can use our magic to keep the flowers from causing any harm.”

“You mean close off parts of yourself.” She’s watching him now, and does not miss the surprise that lines his face. She taps his chest. It makes a hollow sound. “How long have you been keeping the blossoms at bay, Baron?”

As long as they bloom. He’ll take the pain, so long as he does not forget.

“It’s been a lifetime,” he says. “Why stop now?”

He does not put a name to the cherry blossoms, although their springtime petals leave little doubt as to their cause. They will fade in time, he is sure, just as all the other blooms have; in his long life, nothing is permanent. And yet, the more time Haru spends with them, the greater his internal garden grows. The blossoms take root in his heart, and he turns that to wood also.

“You should tell her,” Muta remarks one morning. He sits with his newspaper before him, not even deigning to meet Baron’s gaze. He kicks a pink flower out from beneath his chair. “Before things get worse.”

Things must be plenty worse, if even Muta has taken to trying to offer advice, Baron suspects, but he only sweeps the blossom away. “I have everything under control, Muta.”

“Yeah?” The newspaper lowers. “You’ve got something just...” Muta gestures his collarbone.

Baron picks another cherry blossom from his jacket. Strange. He doesn’t even remember coughing that one up. “A few flowers here and there won’t kill me.”

Muta grunts and flicks the paper back up. “Tell someone, Baron. It don’t have to be her, or me. Tell the birdbrain, even. Just get some things off your chest before it starts to take root there.”

Too late, Baron thinks.

Haru Yoshioka is many things - kind, resourceful, stubborn - and straightforward, most of all. Whatever strength she found with them in the Cat Kingdom, she carries it with her still, speaking her mind as she sees fit. He’s never seen a single hanahaki petal fall from her lips since her reunion.

But he - his chest is full of flowers, in unequal parts for his soulmate and for the human woman who has stumbled into his life. How can he chase after one happiness, when Louise’s blossoms still bloom within?

And he will not burden Haru with knowledge of what his heart is doing to him. Or worse still, she might suggest the sensible option - that her absence might keep the flowers at bay.

He will suffer a few blossoms, if she can only stay a little longer.

He doesn’t shed so many oak flowers or black rose petals anymore. They still linger, dormant in corners of his lungs, but they are overrun by the cherry blossoms.

He is grateful for his fur. It hides the stems which run along his shoulders, the roots which burrow along his arms. Slivers of wood scar his form, keeping the sakura from growing into flesh and blood. He does not know how deep the blossoms will grow; any mortal would have collapsed by now.

He sees his friends sparing him worried looks, and he offers them reassuring smiles with a half-wooden smile.

Spring comes around again, and Haru joins him on the balcony one balmy afternoon. He gives her a hand up, and the contact is comfortable. Easy.

“We really should put in a ladder one of these days,” he says.

“Yes, but then I wouldn’t get to be lifted up by you,” she replies with that teasing affection that blooms fresh blossoms in his heart. She swings out of his hold to take a seat at the outer balcony edge, her feet hanging over the side and her shoulder leaning against the railing.

He joins her, shoulder to shoulder.

She leans closer still, and for one wild moment, he thinks she’s leaning in for a kiss, but then she plucks something from his jawline.

A cherry blossom.

“They’re growing on the outside now, did you know?” she asks softly. “I’ve never seen it get this bad before.”

“Creations are hardier than your average mortal.”

She doesn’t answer immediately, only cups his face with her hands and picks another flower, this time growing from behind his ear. He doesn’t even feel it. She cradles the blossom in her hands, gently stroking at the pink petals. “You must miss her very much,” she says eventually.

“Who?”

She looks hurt then, and Baron can’t understand why. Does she think he’s deliberately misunderstanding her question. “Your soulmate. Louise.” A breeze rocks the flower. “Toto told me about her.”

Of course he did.

“If you wanted,” she continues, softer still, “if it would make things... easier, I can always leave.”

He almost believes he can feel his inanimate heart lurch inside him. “Why would I want that?”

“I’m aware that things between us could get complicated.” Her gaze flickers to him, to his half-wooden lips, and away. “That maybe we are both wanting things that can never come to pass, and I... Look, I’ve done that pining from afar thing before, and it got me nowhere. Well, to be exact, it got me a chestful of lilacs, and I’m not interested in repeating the past.” Her smile is sad. “If we keep this up, something is going to break, and I fear it’s going to be you.”

She shifts, as if to move to her feet, but Baron curls a wooden hand around her wrist. She hesitates.

“I only knew her for a little while before we were separated,” he says, and he feels the roots loosen. “She was my soulmate in the literal sense; we were created by the same artisan, so our souls came from the same source. We were meant to be together, always.”

“But she was lost.”

“I looked for her,” he promises, although he is not sure who he is promising - Haru, himself, or his absent Louise. “I looked - for years. She can’t be gone - I would know, but...”

Haru’s weight shifts, and she leans against him once more. “But eventually you had to move on.”

“I never meant to. It simply... happened.”

“We can’t be sad forever, Baron.” She gently drops the cherry blossom into his palm. “However hard we try. However much we may think we deserve it, or we want to keep it.”

“The awful thing is, I’m not sure I was ever in love with her.” He cups the blossom. It’s already beginning to wilt. “I wanted to be - no,” he amends, “I felt I should be, but we barely had a chance to get to know one another before I lost her. I miss her, but I also miss the future we might have had, we should have had.”

He feels the roots loosen.

“Is that why you feel the guilt?”

He meets her eyes, and her face takes on a sheepish air. “I asked Toto about the black rose petals. He worked out what was going on with you a long time ago, but every time he tried to talk, you rebuffeted his attempts.”

“I suppose I wasn’t quite so subtle at hiding it as I’d hoped.”

“Don’t quit your day job to play poker, that’s all I’m saying.” She nudges her shoulder against his, a light attempt at joviality. “He’s known you for a long time, Baron. Of course he knew something was up. He said he hoped you would eventually realise that what happened to Louise wasn’t your fault, and neither was you moving on.”

“Some things are easy to say, harder to believe.”

“I know. That’s why we have friends to say them for us.”

He exhales. “The oak blossoms were the last connection I had to Louise, and then when that began to fade, the roses felt like a fitting punishment for my lapse. If I let either one of them go, I was somehow failing her.”

"She wouldn’t have thought that.”

“You are right about many things, Haru, but that is beyond your knowledge.”

“I know you,” she counters, “and I cannot believe anyone created from the same soul as you would wish another person to suffer in their absence.” She drops her head against his shoulder, eyes closed. “Did you realise you’re breathing again?”

He falters. The weight from his lungs has gone, and the wood has receded with the threat. The air is sweet, tinged with springtime warmth, the scent of freshly-cut grass and tentative new growth. He hadn’t realised Louise’s flowers had grown so thickly within, even while the cherry blossoms still dominated the rest of him.

“It’s been a long time,” he exhales.

The emotions still linger, he doesn’t think they will ever truly leave, but they are lighter on his tongue than they ever were in his lungs. Haru tentatively nudges a finger against Baron’s hand. He curls his hand around hers.

“I love you, Baron,” she whispers. “You don’t have to say it back, but please, tell someone. Tell someone before the person I love becomes a sakura tree, please.”

Blessed with breath once more, he feels the way his chest constricts at the soft plea. He had forgotten the way emotions could take root in unexpected places. He brings his hand to Haru’s cheek, letting the cherry blossom drop, and leans his brow to Haru’s. Neither move. Breath catches in his throat.

He presses his lips to hers, and she responds in kind.

In his heart, the flowers fade, and something else blossoms in its place.

When they break away, Haru’s eyes are bright and full of stars, and they roam across his face. She runs a hand along his cheek, fingers brushing over his living lips. “I suppose that works as well as any confession,” she whispers.

Baron can’t remember when his lungs first turned to wood, but he knew he’d remember their renewal for the rest of his long life.

#the cat returns #cat writes #hanahaki #am I using hanahaki as a clumsy metaphor for grief? maybe #along with other things obviously but grief mostly #haru didn't get hanahaki because she was sensible and told hiromi and the rest of the bureau #baron. however. is emotionally constipated

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red-dyed-sarumane · 2 months

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i hope i am not only the aru sekai mutual to u but also a rabid rime defender

#SHES GOOD U JUST HAVE TO IGNORE HER DEFAULT TUNING ALMOST ENTIRELY #im not insane. ur not insane either.#shes not even my fave synth but since lapis is not an ai bank its like. so hard to fuck her up #there are very few lapis users but like. lapis herself is rarely why i dont like lapis songs. they just arent my genre #rime however oh my god some of u people cant use her #ive used haru for like 15 minutes & thought she was harder than rime and yet every haru song i hear sounds amazing its not FAIR #anyway im about to give up going thru songs & make a post

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misclogarts · 2 months

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its crazy how music can just take you back to a time or moment in your life

#itlogthoughts #ok so im working on that haru/miyu playlist that i teased at like. last year. or possibly the year before that #if youve been following me for long enough then you might remember that one drawing i made for them with lover's rock. its that playlist.#i finally got around to working on it LMFAO #ok anyways like originally the playlist would end sadly (ending in the song 'lifetime' by ben and ben) however im going to give them a happ #-end. for once. i think haruna deserves it for everything i put her through from octobers 2022-2023 (horrible mental health crisis)#so much has changed in the span of a year and d4 was the fandom that witnessed that happen... idk man im a little emotional lmao #if i still am into d4 by june of this year then that would mark my 2 year anniversary of playing groovy mix:) and being a d4 fan #honestly i've gotten so used to thinking about d4 that it's kind of hard to get rid of. lol. even though im not following-#-the main story anymore you can tell that i have my favorites haha

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haruhar-u · 5 months

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the urge I have to get an industrial piercing, a helix (on both ears) snake bites, cut my hair into a wolf cut and dye it purple.

#However my mother would kill me (not even allowed to get a wolf cut)#So ig I’ll do this when I’m like 19 #haru rambles

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frazzledazzlin · 1 year

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i am going to draw. sweet embraces.

#mind exploding with copperright ideas when im sick bro #the price i pay for drawing over that manga panel is getting food poisioned twice in one month 😭😭😭#my hands are shaking to draw i just wanna draw moody comfy things... oh shit december dtiys will be up soon too #gnawing on ny arm animal style I NEED TO GET BETTER ‼️‼️‼️‼️#planned to post it on 1st dec but sickness got hands #there will be two things actually im so excited; a dtiys and a thing haru did #giving people a transparent png and them colouring however they like #too obsessed with copperright to not do this ermmm

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sandrockbandit · 2 years

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What's your opinions about Haru?

i can't wait to see more of him! haru is a super interesting character to me because you get to know a relative ton about him compared to the, what. three? moments? of actual screentime he gets (the poster, the menu, and the actual train scene iirc)?

of course, spoilers ahead, but just from his belongings and other characters' descriptions alone, you can paint a pretty good picture of him. like, just based on his belongings and others' descriptions of him, you can get that:

He is incredibly clever and dexterous, with a notable background in chemistry - the flavor text on his worktable makes it clear that not just anyone can craft the bombs he does; he is also the technical mind behind the beauty products Arvio sells (which have an excellent formula if Mi-an is anything to go by, so good for him!).

He is a decent, if morally ambiguous, person with few personal enemies - when Arvio talks about him, it's with a genuine sense of fondness and hope that he'll come back one day; he was a good enough business partner that Arvio is still holding on to his cut. his lower bounty shows that he isn't nearly as aggressive or troublesome as Logan is - it doesn't even have the "dead or alive" caveat. a lot of the characters will talk about how dastardly those bandits are, but Haru mostly just tends to get lumped in with Logan when it comes to character. of course, as the driving force behind Logan's firepower, he's got a destructive touch when he wants to and he Shows it (and you Have to have some measure of moral ambiguity to do half the nonsense he pulls!) but overall, my guy seems to be very polite and unassuming on the whole.

He is loyal (to a fault?) - like i say, it seems like no one has personal beef with Haru. all the specific ire lands on Logan, and Logan's impulsiveness, and Logan's aggression and treason and unreasonable behavior; it doesn't seem like Haru had to cut and run with him after the temple bombing at all. certainly he'd be more welcome than his buddy if he were to come back; it doesn't even seem like there was much in it for him to begin with. he has a good thing going for him and everything - unique skillset, successful product line. and yet, he's down to throw everything away just to help Logan chase his white whale? up to and including attacking his town and fleeing into the desert? Haru's ride-or-die on another level, man.

he's just incredibly fascinating to me. i look at him and i have so many questions. why was he rooming with logan in the first place. was he a childhood friend or what. he must have been pretty fond of howlett too. where did he learn such a complex branch of science. is he from or did he study at vega 5. everyone always goes Hhhh Why Isn't [X Character] Romanceable and while mostly i find it just charming and a little funny. you know what. maybe it's time i start asking this abt haru, Contractually. he seems like a stand-up guy. do i think he would be a great LI? yeah actually. do i think anyone deserves him? no

this is a Haru Appreciation Zone

#haru to me is that meme with the cat.#We Don't Allow Bandits Here. (sees haru) Okay I Will Make an Exception Bc He Looks Very Polite #mtas spoilers #my time at sandrock spoilers #mtas haru #my time at sandrock #did i cover my bases? yeah i think so #anyway this is a whole thing anon you were prob just looking for Yeah I Like Him! and i do. however #now. logan is by law my favorite bc i think bandits rock. and i like him a lot. so i mean this with affection #but i could beat logan in a fight. no question i could take him on blindfolded.#haru though..... i quake in my boots #askbox

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breadpain · 10 months

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valz pacific rim au

i was watching pacific rim earlier and thought... what if valz pacific rim au where genkai used to be jaeger pilot partners but because of a battle against a kaiju, genzuki died. then he meets nagao

it goes like this: it's year 10 after the first kaiju invasion. 21:00. genzuki and kaida is on a mission to fight a category 5 kaiju located at japan's east coastline. status: heavy storm, field visibility is concerningly low, but they've went through things worse than this. they encounter the kaiju about 15 miles from the line, viciously jumping on their jaeger from under the water, catching them by surprise. they counterattack by firing (the laser and electric weapon thing from gypsy avenger, i forgot the name) and manage to wound it, adding a few hard punches here and there. it falls, sinking, glowing blue mixing in the water from the kaiju's blood.

kaida and genzuki are outstanding pilots, had defeated category 3 kaijus more than the hands could count, but things doesn't always go the way you want it to. this is a category 5 kaiju, it's smart, and it learns. so when it resurfaces with a growl and swings its sharp claws on their head, it knows how to intercept when they fire laser at it again. the kaiju uses its horn to stab through their jaeger's left arm, ripping it off, cancelling their attack and rendering it useless. their screen status displays warning sign in bold red letters, alarm blaring loudly through their ears but genzuki doesn't miss his partner's scream, kaida gripping his left arm where the pain is shooting through. he feels the damage the most as he is the left hemisphere of their jaeger. genzuki tries to parry a heavy punch coming their way with one arm, failing to keep their jaeger from staggering. the kaiju sees this as an opening to continue its attacks, this time, opening a hole through the right side of their jaeger's head where the control pod is located.

kaida's vision slows down after this. he looks at genzuki, sees the panic in his eyes, mouthing something at him but he can't make out what it is from the ringing in his ears. he sees the kaiju's hand coming in, grabbing genzuki's pod and dropping him into the ocean. kaida screams, both from the powerlessness of not being able to save his partner and the strain in his whole body doubling, becoming unbearable now that he pilots their jaeger alone. the kaiju doesn't relent with its attacks, however, grabbing and flinging their jaeger like a ragdoll. it uses its horn again to pierce through the jaeger's chest, biting bits and pieces of its parts away and kaida knows he won't survive this, that resisting is just futile. but with the last of his strength, he uses his right arm to send one last blow, the light of explosion blinding him before everything went black.

while unconscious, kaida sees the deep. a heavy feeling forces him to sink and water fills up his lungs. regret, sadness, fear, panic, his final moments before the abyss takes him. he thinks it is his end, but when the hand in front of him reaches out, he sees the bracelet he gave to his partner after the first time they fought together.

it's genzuki, their minds are connected after all.

and by some miracle, kaida survives after all that. but kaida who couldn't handle the thought of letting anyone in on his mind again, and doesn't want to experience the pain of losing another partner, settles on supporting other pilots instead (like being a jaeger engineer or repairman). but then years later, certain circumstances forces him to come back as a jaeger pilot. then cue nagao's entrance in his life, a rookie cadet... and would you look at that, they're drift compatible.

i see it as this: when you are jaeger partners, you need to be drift compatible, and being drift compatible means letting each other inside your heads. it kinda feels like leaving a part of you inside of your partner. when genzuki died, a part of him still remains in kaida. memories, thoughts, feelings, something like that yadda yadda...

when kaida had his neural handshake with nagao for the first time, it resulted with the same percentage as him with genzuki. nagao had seen kaida's memories, and in extension, the fragments of genzuki's. in a way, genzuki is also within nagao, and kaida thinks it's strange how he accepts genzuki like an old friend. they talk about genzuki after that, and when kaida describes him, or talks about a funny memory, eyes turning into crescents and full of fondness, nagao searches in his brain to remember a time he didn't experience, like a spectator who wasn't there but still belongs to.

also, i'd like to think...

genzuki watches over them both when they're out in a fight. one time, when kaida and nagao's neural handshake became unstable, flashes of memories appear before their eyes, an unexplainable emotion surging through, gripping their heart, and a gentle voice saying "the deeper the bond, the better you fight". they just know it's genzuki meddling to save them both.

#valz #kaida haru #genzuki tojiro #nagao kei #pacific rim au #genzuki dies #i honestly don't know how to proceed #dawgg i have no intention of writing a whole ass fic #also i'd like to insert chronoir in this au just bcoz i can #nowa would be their seniors who got a 99.9% in their drift compatibility #and and isn't it amazing that haru is left handed and they're both right handed like it just fits #kaida being left hemisphere and genzuki on the right. but with him gone nagao can be his new other half #can anyone take this from here. play with it however you want

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more-than-a-princess · 1 year

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@tricksheart said: Pet her head.

From here

"Thank you, Akira-san, but I am not sure what that is for," Sonia admitted. "Perhaps you simply like to apply pets as means of affection! Though what confuses me more is how you are apparently seen as being visually similar to Ouma-san. Isn't that funny?"

#more-than-a-princess dashcomm #tricksheart #(I saw that today and laughed)#(P5 protag and Ryuji were done so dirty)#(HARU HOWEVER-)#(I...have a type and I know it)#(Waking up and choosing violence by linking to that thread)

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kageira · 2 years

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@riskybee. 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚.

animal crossing quotes. open!

“Mi kasa eh su kasa or however t’ fuck that sayin’ goes!” broken spanish aside his eyes wandered around the room find any inch of personality within it’s four walls. “Damn ya really are boring ain’t ya? Not a single thing in ‘ere screamin’ out to me”

mika doesn't understand a word of that spanish rinne's just said, but either way, he's still looking questionably guilty. about what ? who knows : this is mika's room, after all. ❝ there's too much y'can decorate yer walls with, an' then i can't make a decision 'bout it, an' i end up not decoratin' with anything at all. what do you usually got on yer walls ? ❞

#riskybee #( ;; OR HOWEVER THE FSLKJDHGDSKJHGD. )#・ﾟみか * ━ verse ｡ haru no parfum sasoware mezameru ｡#・ﾟみか * ━ ic ｡ thread ｡

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queenharumiura · 9 months

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Kabedon from Goku 👁

From meme: [x] ||Accepting|| I drew inspiration to the art thing- do I feel like this is a way he often has to hound information out of her? Yes.

“I already told you that I’m fine. It’s really nothing to worry about. Don’t worry about me and go do whatever work you need to finish.” Haru is waving a hand to motion for him to leave her alone. She’d feel bad if he got behind on his work because of her.

It was a bad habit of hers, where she would sometimes choose to hide and deal with her emotions on her own than to talk them out with others. She didn’t like to feel like a burden, nor did she like to make others feel uncomfortable because they weren’t good at consoling others.

She’d much rather put a smile on her face and act like nothing much was going on.

At the very least, he could be relieved to know that she wasn’t mad at anything. Anger was that one emotion that she couldn’t hold back on. If she was upset with you, she’d more than likely tell you on the spot than to keep it in.

Haru had been pretty low energy that day, to the point that she barely reacted when Gokudera called her ‘Aho-onna’ as per usual. She couldn’t help it, she hadn’t really been paying attention as her mind kept wandering elsewhere.

It wasn’t like Gokudera was the only one who was concerned, but he was the one who kept stubbornly hounding her about what was going on. She can’t blame him though, because she knows she’d do the same if the situation were reversed.

Walking down the hallways, she was trying to convince him to go and do something more productive, but she suddenly sees a hand slam against the wall in front of her.

She flinches at the sudden action, and takes a step back to retreat the other way, but another hand slams into the wall. Mn… they’ve done this enough that he knows that she would just turn around and start walking in the other direction.

Her deflection and redirection habits always came full force when it came to her talking about her emotions, which was ironic with her being such an emotional person.

She stops to look him in the eyes. “It… it really isn’t anything to worry about…” There is the tiniest little bit of whine to her tone.

Ah, he’s getting mad. She can tell.

It isn’t like how it normally is when she’s trying to avoid awkward situations by playing dumb or downplaying things!

She avoids eye contact, taking a step backwards until the wall meets her back. Was she retreating because she was scared? No, she had full faith that no matter how mad he was at her stubbornness, he wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

It’s just—you know how it is… right? You don’t? Does Haru have to spell it out?

Ahem. It’s a bit exciting when he pins her against the wall like this. It’s like- that bad guy aesthetic that people like so much? SHE GETS IT.

Ahem. You didn’t hear it from her though. The one good thing about having bangs is that it can cover some of your face and the tips of your ears when they go red. Very convenient.

Got to avert gaze and attempt to calm your heart that’s beating like a drum in your ears.

“I… I misread the recipe and opened the oven too soon so the cheesecake I was baking deflated.” You may think, ‘that’s it?’ but it’s a big deal for Haru! “I was really excited about sharing it with everyone, you know? I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Well, you got her started, so now you have to listen to her vent a little bit.

“The cheesecakes that you bake are very temperamental, so you can’t underbake them and you certainly can’t take them for too long if you want it to taste good. I spent a lot of time trying to bake it, you know?” There she goes with the whining tone that she normally only let’s her parents hear.

A tiny sniff.

“I was going to try to bake another one,” after she finished recounting the harrowing tale to her mother, “but Tou-san accidentally dropped one of the ingredients I needed.” Bless him for trying to help, though. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I was really excited to try out the recipe and to share it with everyone, but it didn’t work out.” Another tiny sniff.

“I didn’t say anything because it’s stupid to be upset about it. See? It wasn’t anything.” Really, the biggest emotion she felt was disappointment over not being able to share something tasty with everyone. Somehow, she felt like she was letting people down, even though no one had any idea what she had planned. She always just put high expectations on herself for some reason.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, don’t be mad, okay?” A little head tilt and a tiny little pout. Can you stay mad at a puppy pout? Dare you try.

#Xcedia #Meme answered #Answered ask #Thanks for the ask!#((Would you believe if I told you that I thought I could make this short?))#((Did I also get inspiration by staring at my icon folder and going ah yes I like the way you popped out at me))#((Is Haru slightly more stubborn about opening up to her emotions around Gokudera? Yes and no))#((Just girlfriend who likes to be a bit difficult things- but he also gets to see other sides others don't- so-))#((Take that however you will. Like the last one you could consider this canon or not. I'm good with either ))#Haru speaks #((Muse; Gokudera))#(Explosive Sparks Fly Into the Night. GokuHaru)

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